Checking One’s Stride

I was listening to the radio a few weeks back as I drove home from hockey. 

The guy speaking was a physiotherapist, who works with some of the top athletes in North America.  Among his clients were several NFL stars, a past world record holder for the bench press (700+ pounds at that time), and Donovan Bailey.  Beyond being the therapist who worked with these athletes’ muscles, enabling them to push themselves to the limits, the speaker also served as something of an analyst.

He spoke at length of his work with Donovan Bailey.  They’d video Bailey running, and then they’d spend hours breaking it down frame by frame.  In the quest to absolutely maximize his performance, they’d look at every little piece of his stride: How’s the movement in his ankles? Knees?  Hips?  How’s the flow of his arm movements?  Angle of his back?  On and on and on…

Anything that wasn’t contributing to forward motion had to be changed.  If it was stealing any bit of thrust from the sprinting, it had to go.  That’s some intense scrutiny in the name of reaching full potential.

And I like it.

It got me to wondering what it would be like to “watch film” with Jesus himself.  What if we sat down to analyze my “stride”? 

What would he say about the way I process the world around me? 

What would he notice about the way I interact with others? 

What comment might he make regarding the impulses that pass through my mind and heart in a given day? 

What might he point out in the ways I respond to both positive and negative sensations?

What insights into the way I operate would he draw my attention to for the first time, all in the quest to better me?

As another year ends, I give thanks for the growth I’ve experienced and for the fact that I’m a better man now than I was 12 months ago.  That said, I can definitely see how much I’d learn in a film session with the Master.

Certainly Not Extinct

Just for the record…

As of today, December 23, 2006, the current NBA season is 1/3 finished.  If the playoffs started today, the Toronto Raptors would be division champions and the #4 seed in the Eastern Conference with a record of 12-15.

Not bad for a rebuilding year with an injured star.

Keep fighting, Dinosaurs!

Radio Guy

I just got out of my car, where I was listening to a fellow talk.  He was a columnist for a major American newspaper for twenty years, which suggests that he knows something about… something.

He was speaking about Islam, the “war on terror”, Jihad, and more.  In his critique of Islam, he stated that many of its principles and values are not conducive to much of what Western civilization is all about.

That re-sparked the thought I’ve often had…

How much of Western civilization is conducive to the message of Jesus?

How much of what we hold as “life as we know it” would not receive the time of day within a kingdom where Jesus reigned as Supreme King?

Add to that the reality that my life (or yours), as his follower, is to be a mini-kingdom in which he rules, and we just left “hypothetical” in the dust.

Thanks Radio Guy.

Loving this Tune

An album by Andrew Peterson has been getting steady playing time lately.  It’s a Christmas album of his own songs, and it’s got a fantastic flow from start to finish as the songs really follow the flow of the Scriptures, right from the early Old Testament stories, through the Exodus, the prophets, and the birth of Jesus.  It’s very well done and puts the “Christmas story” into a big-picture context that’s pretty helpful.

My favourite song on the album has to be one sung by Derek Webb.  If you get a chance to hear it, go for it.  Lyrics are below…

Deliver Us

Our enemy, our captor is no Pharaoh on the Nile.
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand.
Our ankles bear no callouses from chains,
Yet Lord, we’re bound.
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land.

Deliver us, deliver us.
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry,
And gather us beneath Your wings tonight.

Our sins,they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay.
These shackles, they were made with our own hands.
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom Yours to give.
So Yahweh, break Your silence if You can.

‘Jerusalem, Jerusalem
How often I have longed
To gather you beneath My gentle wings.’

“How’s Your Week Been?”

I got asked that several times on the weekend; my answer?”It didn’t go how I’d planned it.”

One friend replied, “Oh, more of my weeks are like that than the going-according-to-plan kind.”

I think that sentence was supposed to offer comfort. Didn’t work.

This may sound like minor stuff, but I found it very frustrating. Last week was a week in which I anticipated enjoying more freedom than usual. Some of my weekly duties weren’t in effect last week, enough so that I was eagerly eyeing my schedule: The reading I was going to do, the planning for down the road, the writing, the visiting,… what a week it was going to be!

And then life happened.

And it happened in a way that I hadn’t planned.  How dare it!

Twenty-minute jobs took two hours. One-hour jobs stretched into three. Tasks I had even dreamed up started popping out of the woodwork. Grrrrr!

And I wouldn’t claim to know why, but this ugly little doggie called Get-Nothing-Done-and-Fast felt the need to follow me home from the office.

Now putting up curtain rods (a small job, right?) had to involve an errand for new brackets, a trip across town to borrow a drill that I wasn’t planning on using, a dead battery on the drill five minutes into the job, another trip for another drill, another dead battery (I’m not making this up), a sigh of thanks that I’d borrowed two batteries this time, a broken piece of hardware, some rummaging around in the basement for new  bits of hardware, and curtain rods are finally up.

That was but one example of about five from the weekend.  The weekend… you know: The relaxing, laid-back part of your week, when you’re never tempted to say bad words.

All that said, life’s actually pretty good these days. Really.

Blogging’s just bringing out the best in me lately.

Merry Christmas!